That's the question I ask myself after reading this story:
Pacemaker attack stuns townspeople
The Delaware County Sheriff's Office said the younger Fierstine hit his father with a flashlight and a piece of firewood late Saturday night, then attacked him with a pocket knife.
He cut a 6-inch gash in the older man's chest and removed the pacemaker, leaving an opening 3/4-of-an-inch wide, according to search warrants.
When Delaware County sheriff's deputies arrived, wires were protruding from Charles Fierstine's chest.
Alcohol was involved.
MizBubs, dynamic early riser, made a gruesome discovery this morning.
An unknown rabbit, clearly lacking even basic Darwinian survival instincts, decided to make a nest in our yard. Our yard that is a big playground for two terriers. And she built the nest less than a foot off to the side of the well-worn path that the dogs use to haul ass from the back porch to the far corner of the yard when they see squirrels running along the back fence. None of our neighbors have dogs or cats, so you'd think that given a choice most rabbits would pick a yard that does not smell like predator poo.
So, while I was sleeping soundly, MizBubs was on dead bunny detail in the back yard. The body count was three, but she thinks some of the wounded might have crawled off.
By the time I came out with my coffee, all that was left was a bare patch in the lawn, a little hole, and some cottony tufts drifting like little tumbleweeds across the grass.
Circle of life, yo.
